PK, Andy, and Sean slouched into stiff-backed wooden chairs around a small, unpretentious table. The table was adorned with an electronic microphone in shades of black and silver, attended by a little black cord that wended its way out of sight to where a grim laptop waited expectantly. PK cleared his throat, a faint breath of dinner on his lips, to announce the idea, an an idea that had burrowed into his mind over the course of a hundred sleepless nights. An idea that had taken root in his psyche and burned until he could keep silent no longer. An idea that would change everything.